Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.